As I looked for the moon, I noticed my son looking through my binoculars through the camera, this is what I assume he saw, so I took a shot of it as he may have seen it. This rendition appears like a celestial body, so I suppose he found the moon.

mourn the innocent peculiarity

He imprecisely ventured past the wrought iron gates of his parent’s home in a futile quest of a more comforting haven, one that offered rest for his tumultuous mind. He laid all his weary parts and worry thoughts upon a steel track not far from the childhood euphoria that had been lost now hiding in the brush, mocking his every plea. The track only offers cold awkward musings to tease as the rumbling sound nears. He sleeps believing a setting sun, and a serene judgeless thicket as the rumbling sound nears.